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That’s
when he noticed what she was wearing, fitted jeans and an oversized
jacket over a nice T-shirt. She brought casual to a whole new
level. The baseball cap with her ponytail looped through the back
opening made her look youthful.
    “You look pretty.”
    “Thanks.” She blushed and wiped her hands on
her pants, then reached for Jonathan. Zachary stood and shifted the
boy in his arms and handed him over to his mother as Ashanti
stirred, rubbing her eyes.
    “Come on, baby girl, let Mommy get you in the
bed before I go to work.”
    “She’s really excited about going to school.
We’ve been practicing her colors and numbers.”
    Halcyon chuckled. “Yes, she can hardly wait
for pre-school.”
    He got a whiff of her perfume: alluring,
intoxicating and dangerous around the wrong men—knowing all men.
She didn’t need any more heartache. What Halcyon needed was him.
She just didn’t know it yet. “Well, be careful driving and tell
those guys to keep their hands and eyes off you.”
    Giggling, she headed toward the stairs. “Yes,
big brother or should I say, daddy?”
    To him there was nothing to laugh about.
Zachary welcomed the idea of being a daddy someday, but he wouldn’t
be hers.

Chapter 3
     
     
    “Whoa.” Zachary closed his eyes and opened them
again. It was like a tsunami meets hurricane face off in his
brother’s kitchen. “What happened in here, sis? Has Michael gotten
behind on his chores?” Zachary teased as Michael trailed behind
him.
    From the front door to the kitchen entrance,
their custom-built four bedroom house was a showcase. Not a diaper
in sight, but once Zachary crossed the imaginary line from the hall
into the state-of-the-art kitchen, the madness slapped him with the
granite countertop covered with pots, pans, serving dishes, paper
products and other items that were unidentifiable.
    Desi turned away from the sink and giggled,
then offered him a one arm hug while holding MJ in the other. “Stop
it. Mickey is good to me. We got a late start because the baby had
a rough night. I think he’s teething.”
    “Babe, he’s only three months,” Michael
offered as if he had become a pediatrician in training.
    Zachary pivoted and gave his brother an
amused smirk. “Really?”
    He shrugged and pushed Zachary out the way to
retrieve MJ. “Hey, little man,” he cooed to his son. “I’m just
going by what the baby book says,” he added without taking his eyes
off MJ.
    “Right.” Zachary glanced from Michael to
Desi. “Okay, where do you want me to start?”
    Since family gatherings were part of the
Holland makeup, the long Memorial Day weekend gave them a reason to
be together and Zachary had volunteered to barbecue. The holiday
also meant booming sales at the Bishop brothers’ electronic
franchises.
    “The grill is ready to go. Halcyon, I mean
the Holland women”—she said in a singsong voice, then cleared her
throat— “and crumb snatchers will be here soon. They can pitch in
then.” Desi’s eyes seemed to dance with mischief before she winked,
then excused herself.
    Giving Michael a suspicious glare, Zachary
twisted his lips. “I don’t even want to know what all you’ve
spilled during your pillow talks, but I’m warning you to stay out
of my way.” He reached for the apron off the hook labeled “His” and
grabbed the pan of ribs off the counter and headed outside.
    From his post at the grill, Zachary heard the
doorbell echo throughout the house. Next, excited chatter grew
louder until a chorus of shrieks announced their arrival in Desi
and Michael’s kitchen. That’s when the fussing began. It was
comical.
    Tracey ordered her sons to go outside and
play. “Take Ashanti with you and don’t let her get hurt on the
swings.
    “Yes, ma’am,” the boys said in unison.
    The swings that MJ wouldn’t be ready to use
for a couple of years by himself. This brother had gone crazy when
he learned that Desi was pregnant: toys, books, trust fund—his
nephew would lack